There's ice on the ground outside. Balls of it. But they sure look like snow. And that makes me happy. At the same time, though, I'm noticing that my body is struggling with the combination of cold and damp tonight. My knees are killing me. I suppose this is why people move to Arizona when they reach retirement age. Personally, though, I'd rather be spending that portion of my life in a place with an ocean. Well, it's time to bring in the mint and oregano, to go with the basil that I've already sheltered from the frost that will arrive shortly.